*During a sibling spree *
Damian: Well, I'm going with her.
Jason: You leave me for a demon witch in a tight leotard.
Damian: Yes.
Jason: Hmph! Men, they're all the same.
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*During a sibling spree *
Damian: Well, I'm going with her.
Jason: You leave me for a demon witch in a tight leotard.
Damian: Yes.
Jason: Hmph! Men, they're all the same.
āIn the microwaveās defense, it still lived many happy years after that incident.ā
ā Beast Boy, after microwaving the Olive Garden ānot microwaveableā breadstick bag and discovering new colors on the spectrum.
Damian Wayne: Let me help you with holding Trigon
Raven: Absolutely not. Itās not like this gem is the One Ring
Damian Wayne: It literally is. Now hand it over, Mr. Frodo.
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Tires squealed across the pavement. A flash of black and white hurtled towards them.
Harleyās already-pale complexion became ghostly. She bit her lip. āFuck.ā
Raven looked between her and the black and white-checkered limo. On each square, an old-fashioned outline of a jester in a clown suit smiled with eerie eyes and too-wide mouths.Ā
It screeched to a stop a few yards away.
āDammit.ā Gordon muttered curses under his breath. GCPD officers swarmed around them, some taking positions in front of them, others hiding behind the cars, pistols aimed at the newcomers.
A clown in a formal suit-and-tie emerged from the driverās seat. They sauntered toward the middle section, and pried open the door.Ā
āWe have to get out of here. Now. Take Robin.ā Harley gave Damian another shove towards the inside of the police car. āRaven, come on.āĀ
Raven watched, frozen. Thoughts scattered in her mind as two long legs appeared beneath the car door. Green socks stretched out beneath violet pants.Ā
āRaven.ā Harley pulled on her arm.
Raven had never met the Joker. Damian and Constantine had excessively forbidden it during her Gotham visits. As an empath, nothing could be more dangerous than being in a room with a mentally, emotionally, unstable murderer. Now, that fear no longer existed.
Except for the whole not-having-powers part.Ā
A slender figure stood, casting a too-large smirk at the weapons pointed at his face. Emerald eyes caught hers.Ā
He wasn't there during the Flashpoint.Ā An epiphany struck her hard.Ā Who was the first person Batman killed when Darkseid took control over him? Who wouldāve been the biggest threat, the true monster among monsters?Ā
Raven took a step forward.
Jokerās grin grew wider, stretching to his ears.
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ā G O T H A M ā
Please don't be dead. Ravenās nails etched crescent moons into the Batmobileās dashboard. Please don't be dead. Please.
The engine revved as Harley pressed down on the gas, speeding through an intersection. Only one car horn blared, quickly fading. Night traffic in Gotham was particularly scarce.
āWeāll get him back. Everything will be fine. I think.ā Harley gnawed on her bottom lip, gloved fingers tightening on the wheel.
Raven tucked her knees to her chest. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking. White strands of hair trickled down her shoulders, bright against her black see-through tights and jean shorts.
No because, I can totally picture Damian getting unsolicited advice from each of the batkids when they hear heās going on a date. All of them having a completely different idea of what that entailsš
Steph: Remember to always offer your hoodie, even if sheās taller than you. We girls like that.
Damian: weāre in the middle of June, Brown. In what world do you think is appropriate to bring a piece of clothing designed for cold weather when itās 90° degrees outside?
ā¦
Duke: Everyone loves a good joke, itās a good way to break the ice as well.
Damian: Thank you, Thomas. That also works as a great way to defeat Mr. Freeze if he ever decides to escape Arkham.
ā¦
Cass: *explaining in full detail how to look for signs that his date is not interested anymore through body language*
Damian: *taking extensive notes about it*
ā¦
Tim: Donāt forget to find out everything about her and her background.
Damian: *visibly offended* Who do you think I am, Drake? An Amateur? I obviously already did that. Full report is in the batcomputer files.
ā¦
Babs: Just donāt do anything Dick tells you.
Damian: ā¦
ā¦
Dick: Did Babs actually say that? Whatever, just remember to be polite, make her laugh, pay for the meal and walk her home.
*makes a pause*
Dick: Bruce already gave you āthe talkā, right? If not, this is about to get veeery awkwardā¦
Damian: *mutters curses in Arabic*
ā¦
Damian: Todd, do you have a minute? I need your assistance in getting intel for a mission.
Jason: Does this mission involve the date everyone else has been so eagerly talking about? *smirks devilish*
Damian: ā¦
Jason: ā¦
Damian: You read Austen, you have the greatest intel of them all to fill me in on this assignment.
Jason: Sit down and listen close, little spawn. Hereās what youāre gonna do if you want that girl to have the best date sheās ever gonna get.
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Raven watched as the rain trailed its diamond-studded fingertips down the window. The splatter of sky tears could be heard from the counter.
There are always tears in Gotham.
āNeed an escort home, love?ā The sharp stench of liquor filled the air as he spoke.
Raven glanced back at Constantine. He owned the bookstore. He was a lackadaisical drunk, but drunk all the same. Raven was the only employee who stood him for so long.
āItās only a few blocks. Iāll be fine. Besides, who would be there to escort you home?ā Raven said. It was hardly her first closing shift at the bookstore. They had become a favorite of hers. They certainly had their perks.
A Cosmos In The Sand
The End
Ā Two weeks after the battle, Raven and the remaining Azarathians returned to their land, escorted by the Themyscirans.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ravenās heart rent at what she saw.Ā Ā The land seemed lifeless; the entire area smelled of death.Ā Ā Raven frowned at the grayness before her.Ā Ā It brought tears to her eyes.Ā Ā Azarath was once vibrant and full of life, but now it lay barren as a wasteland.Ā Ā āAzarathians have a deep connection to their land.Ā Ā When its inhabitants are well, the land prospers.āĀ Ā Raven looked up at Queen Hippolyta who was speaking.Ā Ā āThe land just `needs a little life breathed into it,ā Queen Hippolyta smiled at Raven.Ā Ā Raven stared at her hands.Ā Ā Could it work?Ā Ā Only one way to find out.Ā Ā Summoning her powers, Raven placed her hands on the ground and released everything within her.Ā Ā Closing her eyes in concentration, she allowed her powers to flow through her into Azarath.Ā Ā The sounds of gasps caught her attention.Ā Ā She slowly opened her eyes and gasped.Ā Ā Green shoots poked their heads through the ground.Ā Ā The lakes were now filled, and Raven could sense the waterfalls in the distance flowing with life.Ā Ā It was a long way from perfect, hardly resembling its former glory.Ā Ā Despite the destroyed buildings, it was a start.
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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raven/Damian Wayne, Raven & Damian Wayne Characters: Raven (Teen Titans), Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, John Constantine, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Wayne Manor, DamiRae - Freeform, Summer Vibes, What Happens When Alfred's Sleeping Series: Part 1 of THE FAMILY JEWELS (Collection of Damirae One-shots/AU's) Summary:
āI didn't considerā¦ā Damian paused. His fingers tightened on the black denim, frozen in place. āI donāt want to share this with anyone else.ā
Raven smiled. She reached out towards the taller shadow and cupped his face with her hand. Damianās skin was blazing warm.
āThereās no one here,ā said Raven. āJust us.ā
Ā Rope? Check. Motion detection trackers? Check. Margarita Mix? Check.
It's a Damirae date night to remember.
Shhā¦ā¦.im researchingā¦..
here's a lil scribble I did with Raven (personally I think #3 fits her aestheticš) āļø part 49292 of me refusing to shove her into one "goth" category š¤
Barbie and ken meme idk <333
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āI heard a rumor saying a witch cast a mysterious spell on the assassin sent to hunt her in an attempt to save her own life.ā
āDo you believe those rumors to be true?ā
āThose spreading such rumors werenāt there when I fell in love with you.ā
Itās 2:30 in the morning and I canāt cohesively explain or expand on the idea that Damian accidentally fell in love with his target without knowing she was his target. Literally been sitting here for 30+ minutes trying figure out how to make that concept interesting but you win some you lose some I guess š
Straight up colored this whole thing then said nah nvm lineart only
Jason Todd: What do they do in their free time?
Tim Drake: You really want to think about that?
Dick Grayson: Something dark and spooky.
Jason Todd: Wax play with candles to summon some shit.
Dick Grayson: Harry Potter cosplay!
Jason Todd: In the bedroom, maybe.
Dick Grayson: Maybe they go to the zoo? Damian likes animals.
Jason Todd: Yeah, Raven probably visits often to see him in his habitat.
Tim Drake: ā¦
*Raven and Damian in the other room*
*Great British Baking Show plays*
Rachel Roth: I hope they keep Saku on. Her pastry looks so cool!
Damian Wayne: Itās settled. Iām making that for us.
Rachel Roth: Youāll make a great househusband, Demon Boy.
Clark Kent, outside the window: ā¦.
Harley Quinn: You okay, Soup?
Clark Kent: Thank you for asking, Harley. Iām okay, just disappointed that Bruce did not invite me
Bruce Wayne: You want to be in this room?
Clark Kent: It feels nice to be included!
Selina Kyle: Here, weāll swap. Hold Bruceās hand, no one will tell the difference.